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So she was spared and sent out into the night, wracked with questions and a desire to satiate an overwhelming hunger the likes of which she had never known. But someone in the stalls spoke up, calling out the pale, well-dressed man presiding over the charade for his hypocrisy, whatever that may have been.

The man from the evening was decapitated by something other than human, and she too was set to share his fate. There’d been a moment, maybe two, to draw a sharp intake of breath as the room was stormed, but that breath never came.Ī grotesque trial by a cast of strange, ominous figures quickly followed, the rules of which were lost to her. The man she’d spent the evening with sat opposite, and he too was staked. The stake was plunged into her chest before she was able to ask how, why, who.

Broken condom wrappers lay scattered across the hovel like stale confetti-a miserable, unknowing final hoorah on a life questionably spent. The last instance of mortal life was a memory before she knew it had even happened.įlashes of a hotel room peeling wallpaper, a mottled carpet, handcuffs clipped to a rusting bed frame. “It seems the stream of time has begun to erode the moorings of my chosen course of study…”

Vampire the masquerade bloodlines museum